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Artist: Drag- |
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On, Fiend |
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Album: Ruff |
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Ryders * Ryde or |
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Die Volume |
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Three: In the ' |
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R' We Trust |
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Song: We Don't |
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Give a Fuck |
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Yeah, yeah, |
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Volume Three |
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Real disrespectful on the one |
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Unc', uh-huh |
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I ain't got no more respect for these niggaz, uh-uh |
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Icepick, where the fuck your knife at? |
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Now who the fuck wanna ryde with this gangsta nigga, thug nigga .38 snub busters, slugs rush ya |
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I should be in anger management class, the way |
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I'm aimin a mac |
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That's how |
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I let off frustration pertainin my past |
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Murder ya block, then |
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Drag's wavin at cabs |
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Feds is on cars that's why they give him |
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On-Star Straight blood, when |
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I walk in, throw on the red light bulbs |
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Then I throw my pinky ring on and writin up the club |
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I'm all real, y'all slight thugs, |
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I'm just like them |
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Arabs, fuck a gat, |
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I use a knife |
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Keep my dick sucked like, straws in soda |
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Y'all know the deal like, cards and poker, huh? |
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I'm a monster on the street, |
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I'll play all strips |
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I'll beat down lyrics and stomp out beats and dump out clips |
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If I ain't got it |
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I crack knuckles on jaws, stab a couple on tour |
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Y'all faggots never knuckled up before, bitch [Chorus 2X: Fiend] |
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We don't give a fuck about none a y'all (none a y'all) |
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I'm talkin bout all y'all (all y'all) |
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Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin y'all (runnin y'all) |
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Every single motherfuckin one of y'all (one of y'all) [Drag-On] |
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Listen up.. |
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I bought a yellow banana six cause the way |
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I peel off |
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Tommy gun banana clip, if you thinkin |
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I'm soft This'll silence yo' ass quick, put a apple on the tip |
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Then go sip, apple martinis and laugh about this shit |
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Niggaz wanna look at my chest, nigga watch your eyes cause, |
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Drag'll give you his change and give you a surprise |
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Cause when |
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I ride, I put a heart in them niggaz and get 'em live then let my toast, put the ghost in niggaz and watch it rise |
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Yeah I look out for my niggaz, but |
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I'm not a town hero |
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When I walk, |
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I set fire to the floor like ground zero |
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I'm the reason niggaz jumpin out of buildings, shit |
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They better let that hard ground kill 'em then they run down sizzlin |
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Got a hundred hidden guns in the wall where |
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I live So the only way |
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I'm fightin for the wall is they comin to my crib |
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Double-R motherfucker, we runnin this shit |
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Cause every time we put in our guns y'all runnin and shit, bitch [Chorus] [Drag-On] |
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Listen, I wasn't born with stats, but |
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I might stand while y'all was young |
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I used to be on the cheese line cause |
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I was born to be a rat |
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My race is like a pizza pie, y'all can get a slice |
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And it won't be just them |
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Arabs runnin around with they face wrapped |
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So if you a thug - throw these slugs! |
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And not at my vest, throw it at my mug |
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Cause my niggaz'll get y'all back, love is love |
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Cause we all family and nigga blood is blood |
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I never back down, |
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I put backs on grounds that'll make your mother pull out that all-black gown |
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Man FUCK this track, listen to how |
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I sound That's your block, that's your city, that's your town? |
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BLADOOOOW! |
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It's mines now |
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Cause I ain't drop a album in two years, it's time now |
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Cause I know y'all all laughin, playin your |
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John Madden 'til me and my niggaz kick open the door like {* |
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BOOM*} [Chorus] - 2 |
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